Another Piece of Red      I was reading in New Zealand about Ian Smith   I was thinking they were lucky to be rid of that shit.   The people here can still believe in stiff lips and stiff collars   They're speaking deals in English   But they're making deals in dollars.   They're breaking up an empire   Nobody's buying British   They're calling for an umpire   Nobody's playing cricket   The flags are coming down everybody stands saluting   But somewhere in the distance, I can hear somebody shooting.      And another piece of red left my atlas today.      It's so long Hong Kong and no more Singapore   Those steaming nights of Malta   Goodbye Gibraltar   I'll give you arms for Africa   I'm hungry for India   The sun's set on Australia   And vive le Canada      Theyre breaking up an empire   Nobody's buying British   Calling for an umpire   It really isn't cricket   The flags are coming down   There's a minimum of looting   Somewhere in the distance I can see somebody shooting   And another piece of red left my atlas today.........